The stress is building up. My hands are shaking, my back is aching, and my tears are racing.
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Fuck. It's not working again. Time for some squats. Oh, wait, no squats at the head nut. Okay, time for a cigarette; wait will that help my anxiety? Fuck it, I'm smoking a cig. Alright, I can handle this. It's just another anxiety attack. I need to stop crying. I need to go to the bathroom. As I cry and wipe the tears away, I stare into this mirror of chaotic peace and question, what is life? Why do I work here? What is my purpose? Who is Taylor Coacher?
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Fuck. It's not working again. Time for some squats. Oh, wait, no squats at the head nut. Okay, time for a cigarette; wait will that help my anxiety? Fuck it, I'm smoking a cig. Alright, I can handle this. It's just another anxiety attack. I need to stop crying. I need to go to the bathroom. As I cry and wipe the tears away, I stare into this mirror of chaotic peace and question, what is life? Why do I work here? What is my purpose? Who is Taylor Coacher?